"Are you returning in the morning?" persisted Maskull.

"If I wish."

"Then we will go together."

She got up again on her elbow. "Instead of making plans for other
people, I would do a very necessary thing."

"Pray, tell me."

"Well, there's no reason why I should, but I will. I would try to
convert my women's organs into men's organs. It is a man's country."

"Speak more plainly."

"Oh, it's plain enough. If you attempt to pass through Ifdawn
without a sorb, you are simply committing suicide. And that magn too
is worse than useless."

"You probably know what you are talking about, Oceaxe. But what do
you advise me to do?"

She negligently pointed to the light-emitting stone lying on the
ground.

"There is the solution. If you hold that drude to your organs for a
good while, perhaps it will start the change, and perhaps nature will
do the rest during the night. I promise nothing."